cold cold cold inside — jewelrymaking/injury

[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — [abbr=tags]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Walking over at the smell of blood, the direhound perked his ears forward in a bit of concern especially since well, this was one of his friends that had gotten themselves hurt. A frown was etched onto his maw as his ears pressed themselves to his cranium slowly only to murmur "Show me." It wasn't even a question although, it was not a command either though no, it was all out of the concern for Cosette and making sure that she didn't get an infection. All he needed was some marigolds and he was set. "How bad does it hurt?"